Ryan Ashley's POV

I entered the hospital room with the other two right behind me.

I saw a look of confusion cross Kuza's face when he saw us. I kissed his head before sitting down next to him.

"There's something I gotta tell you, Mike." I said.

"What is it? Chris wants you to kill me, doesn't he?"

"What? No. Chris isn't- wasn't mad at you. He didn't care. He just wanted you to come home. He missed you."

"I thought he just abandoned me after- You're talking in the past tense. Why?"

"We got a call a little while ago. All it said was that Chris was dead and that we have to enact the Protocol." I explained.

"What the fuck do you mean he's dead? How did that happen?"

"Him and Ricky had been missing for just over two weeks. We know who has them, we just don't know where they are." I said. "No one knows Ricky's status right now though. He might be alive still.

"Why did he take them?"

"Chris lost control of himself and killed the daughter."

Mike threw his head back. "Fuck. No. He can't be dead. I'm supposed to be dead. Not him. You need to find his body."

"I know. But none of the others seem to want to."

"Hey what if he's not actually dead?" Remi asked. "You know the one who attacked us has it out for Chris. Maybe he's doing this to hurt Chris. Maybe Chris is still alive but he's just trying to dismantle Chris's life."

"You know, you might be right." Andy said.

"Call them. Now." I said, turning to Andy.

He pulled his phone out and called Danny. "Danny, stop the protocol. We have to find his body. He could be alive and someone is just fucking with us and him."

I'm not sure what Danny said but Andy raised his voice. "No! You need to stop until we find his body. I'm in charge now. Tell the others to stop doing what you told them to do."

Andy hung up the phone a few minutes later.

"When can you leave?"

He shrugged. "They won't tell me. They said the police want to question me."

"Tell them nothing, Mike. I'll try to get Chris's lawyers here."

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Ricky's POV

I don't know how long I've been here for. I've been attacked and violated more times than I can count. I'm scared and hungry and tired. I can't sleep because I'm afraid he'll do something.

He's in the bathroom now. I heard the shower going. I want to take a shower. I haven't moved from this spot since he put me here. I've been handcuffed to the bed the whole time and I can't get out.

I want to ask him if he'll let me shower, but I doubt he will. And even if he did say yes, he'd probably want to sit there and watch me. I want to ask him if he'd let me see Chris too, but I'm scared of how he'd react to that question. I might ask though. I should. I wanna make sure he's okay.

The shower turned off and he came out a few minutes later. He just stared at me for a moment before reaching over and running his fingers through my hair. I flinched and held my hand up.

"C-can I see Chris?" I asked.

"Why?"

"I just wanna see him. I-I wanna talk to him."

"Why should I let you?"

I sighed. "I don't know. B-because...I'll do anything. I just wanna see him. I just want like fifteen, twenty minutes with him."

He seemed to think about it for a few. "I suppose I could give you a little while with him. But if I let you have that, you will do anything and everything I say without an argument, understand?"

I nodded. "Okay. Please I just wanna see him."

He uncuffed me from the bed and pulled me up. I grabbed the sheet to cover my body because I still wasn't wearing clothes.

He led me into the hall and down a few flights of stairs. He brought me up to this metal door. He pulled some keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He pushed me to the side of the door. "Stay here for a minute."

He entered the room. I waited where he left me. I heard him talking but he was being quiet. I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying. I heard the sound of him hitting Chris. I just closed my eyes. It went silent.

I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me in there. He dragged me over to where a Chris was sitting and pushed me down.

"You have a half hour."

He left us there and closed the door.

I turned to Chris. Before I got the chance to say anything, he grabbed me and hugged me.

"I thought you were dead." He whispered. "I thought he killed you."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He was silent for a few. "Yeah."

"I missed you." I mumbled. "I'm scared."

He pulled away and looked at me. "I know. I am too. I wish I could tell you that its gonna be okay but I don't know that it will be."

"I know things aren't okay." I told him. "I kinda figured that out."

He sighed. "How did you convince him to let this happen?"

I shrugged. "I just asked. He was surprisingly agreeable."

"That means he's got something planned. He's probably gonna do something."

I didn't answer. I looked at Chris. He looked sick. He was paler than usual and he looks like he hasn't slept in days. He was covered in bruises and cuts.

"What did he do to you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. You're hurt."

"No. It doesn't. Because I'm gonna die soon. If I leave here, chances are, it's gonna be in a body bag." He whispered. "I gave the orders already. The protocol should've begun by now. It's for the best."

"You're not gonna die."

He nodded. "I am. He's made that clear. He's trying to break me so he can kill me."

"Is he gonna kill me?"

"I don't know yet. He hasn't told me."

We sat in silence for a while. Chris's head was on my shoulder. He fell asleep. He looks so fragile. He seemed so different from the Chris I know. I think this man is succeeding. He's breaking Chris's spirit.

The Chris I know would fight. He'd stop at nothing to kill this man. He wouldn't curl up in a ball and just let himself die. This Chris isn't right. Everything about him is off. He's scared and lost and broken.

The door to the room opened and I looked over. He was back. He came over to us, a smirk on his face.

"Please let him sleep." I whispered.

"Why should I?"

"I'll do whatever you want. Please just let him sleep."

He seemed to think about it. He walked over to a chair in the middle of the room and sat down in it. "Fine. Come here."

I carefully moved away from Chris, making sure he stayed asleep.

I went over to where he was sitting.

He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me so that I was eye level with him. "Whether or not he sleeps depends on how quiet you can be."

He pushed me down to my knees and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down just enough and pulled himself out.

"Don't keep me waiting. Or you won't like what I do to him."

I took him in one hand, leaning down to lick around the head. I stroked him from the base up, licking up the side. I looked up at him.

"That's not what I want."

"What do you want?"

He leaned down and licked my cheek. "Ride me."

I closed my eyes for a moment. I sighed and got in his lap. I reached behind me and took him in my hand. I stroked him a little before trying to position myself. I didn't break eye contact the entire time. I told him I'd do anything, so I can back out now. He'll hurt Chris if I do.

I sunk down on him, letting out a small whimper. It hurt. I don't like this. It's not fun. It doesn't feel good.

This man is so fucked in the head. Why does he find this much pleasure in hurting people? I don't understand.

I just wanna get outta here.

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oof
some shit boutta go down in the next chapter. what do y'all think it is??

~xxLux